June 2005 Archives

"Issue" is at hand--the hand no longer directly manipulates, fashions, generates, or destroys...the hand achieves irrelevance.

"Permit." Irrelevance is the greatest fashion for the modern man.

The power to remit power, to grant power, in terms of the permission granted...taken for it.

Is remission renunciation?

Life has indeed been of a stressful nature, though not in the traditional sense.  The greatest disappointment is not in being repressed, but in being suppressed by an intangible--without the clarity of oppression, the validity of the victim remains elusive.

to fear unhappiness is to give all things mean-spirited a chance to make you unhappy.

Let us play the game of politics.  The first rule to appear wise, not necessarily benevolent, though that helps.  To reinforce the appearance of wisdom, we might employ thugs who can pose as justice.  The ethics that we use to defend our civilization are not ethics, but rather a manipulation of our prejudices into the form of philosophical thinking.  To have debated the subject is fine, though no certainty of balanced deliberation is available--especially in the situation where arguments are not broached due to social taboo--the very thing becomes solidified like some social impaction.

sex workers really are victims

Simply because someone puts themselves in a position, does not make the position advantageous. Pitiable and pathetic is the person who places themselves in the position of victim for the sake of reaping a perceived reward associated with that victim status.

Today I read of 'circles of support,' a concept for reintegrating sex offenders into society.  It strikes me as a very good idea, but I am sorry to see that this idea isn't carried to its logical development, which would be to involve every level of convict in a reintegration programme--not just halfway houses, but true community interaction.  I feel that a great portion of the impetus for crime is a feeling of disaffectation with and disaffection of society.

An apathetic society is no society for long.

Here's a weird city. A state capitol, that reads like a small village. Truly provincial, set in its valley, and peopled by the direct descendants of the early Germanic settlers--and I do mean descended.

The city boasts some tall buildings, and historically correct neighborhoods. Last time I was here I found that it also could boast of a rather large ghetto, but what American city can't? these things seem to depend on the antiquity and poverty of a city, where once it might have provided a draw for the tired and huddled masses, it now can barely maintain its tired and huddled masses.

What expectations can one have of a city? And why does a city feel the expectations of its visitors over those of its inhabitants? How does a city poll those expectations? How does a city decide the level of legitimacy and importance to 'ascribe' to each one. They must be ascribed, for what value in this situation can be fundamental?

Its small 'federalist' zone is more a reminiscence of Berlin than of Washington, and has the texture of age that is missing Washington. There's a certain amount of 'gilt' here that demonstrates the wealth that Pennsylvania enjoyed in previous eras.

What population is it? I would hazard to call it, invisible, for people are seldom seen. It feels like a ghost-town, these cars passing by consistently cannot count as living things.

A waypoint, invoking the memory of toll collectors on paths, practically waylaying travelers. The strip involves the grandiose mediocrity that is modern America--a corporate and franchised hell.

That strange place titled 'common ground' is certainly common, and quite earthy enough to be confused with ground, or perhaps its patrons are 'ground down' by the weight of being different in Ithaca. I at least am unsure, yet I am certain that the phrase is meant to represent something else, something other than what is practice in this lodge.

(Cities so small and confined to such a small area, countrified, and living in a valley--even the television finds it difficult to invade this region)

And it is a lodge, located far down the highway in wooded seclusion south of the so-called city. It's a big place, but so far away one has to worry about being bombed.

What with all the woodchucks and sundry that could roam unobserved here. Conversely the amount of debauchery that could take place at this distance from society is a thought. But there's not much interesting here. As with most smaller towns, anyone with something going on has moved already to a larger metropole.